Trees are beautiful and strong.
I admire their strength, and their beauty.
But they are not as strong as they seem.
Just like us they break, they fall, they snap, and they die.
But sometimes they are cut down, chopped into pieces and shredded or burned to nothing.
Trees are brittle,
as am I.
Bend me the wrong way and I snap,
Bend me the wrong way and I am broken,
For I am brittle,
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Brittle
Teen Fiction"Well I have brittle bones it seem, I bite my tongue and I torch my dreams."
